First ever story collab I've done

every-obsession; I love her! Check out her other stories

Enjoy!

Edward's Point of View

"I told you Tanya!" I swear I was going to crush this phone in my hand. "It. Is. OVER!" I snapped the phone shut before she could get out another word from her mouth.

I have to tell you, I was glad to be an ocean away from her. I had just landed in Paris, France; so literally, I was an ocean away from the blond I had just wasted three year of my twenties with. Now at twenty-three years of age, I was free to date and hook-up with girls as I wished for the first time since I turned twenty.

I had cut it off with Tanya as I was packing up yesterday when I found a pair of boxers that weren't mine in my underwear drawer. I do not wear pink boxers, people. It was obvious for the past view weeks that she was seeing someone else behind my back, but I was too nice to break our relationship. Maybe I liked the sex to much? Maybe that last year was just all about sex.

Anyway, she had been denying she was seeing someone else the entire time I was accusing her and I was thankful for the seven hours (I came from New York) on the plane when my phone couldn't be used.

Anger fueling me, I yanked my four bags out of the bag carousel and stomped towards to the rental car stand. The blonde at the desk looked so much like Tanya; I had to talk through my teeth in order not to lash out on her. "Hi, I have a rental car for the Hello Yellow art program ready for me."

She smiled at me, looking over my chest for a brief moment. What do I have boobs? Oh, tight shirt… "Ah, yes, what is your name, sir?"

"Cullen, Edward Cullen." That's what you get for watching James Bond on the plane.

She smiled, showing a pair of overly white teeth. "Yes, it's right outside, Mr. Cullen."

I suppressed a grimace and gave her a tight smile before exciting the airport as fast as I could with thirty pounds of bags on my shoulder. It was a small black car and I wondered if the committee of this art program wanted to torture us with small cars and giant luggage.

It took me ten minutes to shove my bags in the trunk, which included me blushing when French girls giggled at my struggles. I sat down in the car with a thud and as I lifted my head, it hit the ceiling of the car. Curse six foot tall-ness!

I turned the keys in the ignition and zoomed off, weaving my way through traffic and towards the heart of Paris near the Eiffel Tower, where the dorms were. I requested no roommates because I could not handle living with other people. Tanya… was a bit of a stretch. God, everything seemed to have a connection to Tanya!

But I was happy for the Hello Yellow art academy for gifted artists. It was a year and half program in Paris for specially selected artists from all different categories of art. I got excepted into the photography category, and I only had learned three months in advanced when I submitted my photos a little more than a year ago.

I was a bit of everything photographer. A little bit of modeling and a little bit of landscape. A little bit of everything. I pulled up to the dorm which had a large banner that read, "WELCOME HELLO YELOW STUDENTS."

I snickered a bit at how the banner had been torn at the edges, as if someone had fallen while trying to put it up. When I open my trunk my bags exploded out and I quickly recovered my bag with all the camera equipment. Breathing heavily with semi-panic I hurried inside, dragging my bags behind me. The receptionist at the desk looked utterly and completely bored out of her mind as I set my hand on the desk. She looked up at me, her almost-black eyes instantly brightened when she saw me. "Edward?"

My brow furrowed. Was I wearing a name tag or something? "Excuse me?"

"Edward, it's me, Lauren from high school!" She pressed her hand against her flat chest.

I smiled. "It's nice to see you! What are you doing here?"

She smiled, typing in my name into the computer. "Well, my Dad is on the committee for the academy, and he was a little short for the last day of checking in so I offered my help."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yep!" She placed two pieces of paper on the desk. "Here is a map of the dorms." She pointed to the white piece of paper. "And here is your room number." She pointed to the smaller pink sheet with the number 23 on it. "You are in the Green Hall, and the other halls are Blue and Red." She pointed out the other ones. "This hall," she pointed to the one pointing to the north, "is the Purple Hall which is just classrooms. The bulletin board lists what the classes are and what time of day, you are free to go to them as you wish."

I nodded and grabbed my bags, bolting up the stairs two at a time. My room was unlocked and I busted in like some kind of criminal. I collapsed on the bed my stomach growling like a panther. I snatched the map off the floor, pin-pointing my exact location I wanted to go. The cafeteria. Like a man on a mission I bolted my way out into the hall, plowing through people.

Bella's Point of View

"Shit."

I looked down at the yellow paint that I had just knocked over. I am such a freakin' klutz.

But, I always have been. Even if there is nothing on a flat surface, I still manage to find a way to end up face planting. It's scary to think what kind of havoc I wreaked when I couldn't even walk. Yeah, let's not go there . . .

I've lived with Renee and Phil for most of my life. I'd never met my real dad. Renee had fallen in love with Phil a few years into her first marriage, but took full custody of me, and acted like Phil was my real dad. I found out when I was seven and had to make a family tree.

Phil was in the minor leagues for baseball. So we traveled around the country constantly. That is until we settled in Florida. He got signed to help coach the Blue Jays, so we were actually able to buy a house.

Later, when I was old enough to get a job. I would design t-shirts for the team. It was a pretty good way to earn money. There was a lot of demand for unique shirts (which I thought was kinda odd). I was saving it up to go to college. I was planning on only going to Florida State University, but my best friend Alice convinced me other wise. Somehow she got a hold of my schedule for school, and registered me in the fine arts class.

And that's how I got the scholarship no person could resist. We were having an art auction one day, and a stranger walked in. He didn't seem to look at the price tags, even though he was very interested in the art. When he came to mine, he told me I was very talented and would like to offer me a scholarship to an academy in Paris. Can't give up something that good (especially when it was all paid for).

Well, since I hadn't graduated yet, I'd have to wait. There was a five-year span on when I can still go. So now at 21, I finally got to take the opportunity. And now I blow it by ruining the hallway's wall and carpet.

I look down at my clothes . . . oh, Alice is gonna be pissed.

Running into the nearest supply closet, I grab like 50 paper towels. I rush out of the closet, but immediately slam into a wall, falling back hard onto my ass.

I put my hand up to my nose. "Ow!"

That's when I realized that someone else had said that simultaneously with me. I look up and see a god standing where the wall had been. Covered in yellow paint . . .

Next chapter will be Edwards POV

Done by every-obsession (: